I went up to the galley, fixed her a ham and cheese sandwich, then brought it back down to her.
"How long will I have to stay here?”
"Until we can eliminate the threat.”
"What if that takes a long time?"
"Get used to your new home.”
"I want you to keep your phone charged. Act normal when people call. As far as anyone is concerned, you haven't been arrested or charged with anything. You're not talking to the cops. You’re not working with the cops. You got me?”
"Believe me, I have no intention of outing myself as a snitch, but Chad already knows. What difference does it make?”
“He suspects. He doesn’t know.”
“Where the hell am I supposed to tell people that I am?”
“You met a guy, and you’re staying at his place for a few days.”
“What about my job? I’m supposed to go on shift in an hour.”
“Call in sick.”
“I’m gonna lose my job.”
“You’ve got bigger problems.”
We had cleared this whole thing with the sheriff, but he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea. It beat putting her up in a hotel and babysitting her there.
Her phone buzzed with a call from Shane. She looked at the screen, then showed me the caller ID. "What do you want me to do?"
"Answer it. See what he wants.”
“He wants to kill me.”
“Good.”
She gave me an incredulous look.
“If he tries, we’ll arrest him.”
I didn't think Shane or Chad had the ability to track her phone. If they did, this would be a short-lived experiment.
I told her to put it on speaker.
She swiped the screen and answered. "What's up?"
"What's up with you?" Shane said.
"Just chill’n.”
"Really? Just chill’n?” he said in a doubtful voice.
“I’m about to go to work.”
"What are you doing talking to Chad?"
"It's a free country. I can talk to whoever I want.”
